The Mona Lisa is no sissy, the person who put a helmet on her should be scrubbing toilets at the Louvre until they die.
One of those cartoons made me laugh, the guy talking about why his wife doesn’t get his love of women’s rugby.
I used to have season tickets to the local ballet, it was a great troupe with their primas from the (at the time) recently disbanded Soviet Union. I love the ballet, I work in a fairly manly profession where they just didn’t get it. So I told a friend at work one day, it’s like this. I can go to a nudie bar spend good money on bad booze sit in the dark with the rejects of society & a legion of leches to watch barely dressed women grind to loud music. At the ballet I get to sit in a nice clean theater where there’s no worry about who’s what I might be sitting in, I get to watch beautiful women gyrate to great live music & when I leave any one who sees me thinks I’m cultured not a cad. One year there were even wardrobe malfunctions.